If you drive past my house in Pleasant Grove any night this month, you will see Christmas lights. Of course, there are Christmas lights all over Pleasant Grove. Mine are a little different. For one thing there is a sign with the number 89.9 FM. And the lights don’t stay on.
If you tune your car radio to 89.9 you will hear a series of Christmas songs set to the music. But, there’s one additional thing that set’s my house apart. Well, not exactly my house, my neighbor across the street. He also has a TUNE TO sign that says 89.9 FM. The lights on the two houses are synched.
Several years ago when my neighbor approached me about doing the coordinated display I told him I had one request. We had to add “Dueling Banjos” to the list of songs.
“But, Dueling Banjos isn’t a Christmas song.”
“Look, do you want my help or not?”
Dueling Banjos is now the most popular song in our lineup.
The display has evolved over the years. It now includes some LED multicolored light strips on the windows. Hundreds of lights up my porch railing. A 40′ tall tree of lights in my neighbor’s yard. All together we have over 10,000 lights.
The playlist is about 25 minutes long. My neighbor does all the programming. The thing is, if you drive by my house and don’t tune your radio, it’s just a bunch of blinking lights. It’s not even very interesting. The lights are synched to the music, but without the music, they are not particularly harmonious.
Last week my daughter came over for a little while. She brought both my oldest and my youngest grandchildren. The baby is only a few weeks old. My oldest is now six years old.
They haven’t been by since we setup the lights just after Thanksgiving.
“Mommy, why are the lights blinking?”
“Because they are supposed to go along with a Christmas song.”
“How come we can’t hear it?”
My daughter then turned on the radio to 89.9 FM.
“There, see? See how they lights blink to the music?”
They watched them for a few minutes and then decided to come inside. My daughter turned the car off and started getting the kids out of their car seats.
“Mommy how come the music stopped?”
My sweet innocent granddaughter didn’t understand that there wasn’t just a holiday soundtrack lighting up the neighborhood. It was a silly mistake, right? But, honestly, I wasn’t very excited about Christmas this year. It’s been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year.
Hearing the story of my granddaughter reminded me that it’s not really about me. We adults tend to become jaded. This year more than most. But, to children, Christmas is always magical. It was good to be reminded of that.
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Who are “the others”?
Our society is not particular good at recognizing those who are different. We give them labels. For example, Barack Obama wasn’t known as the 44th president. Instead he was the first “black” president. Kamala Harris isn’t the Vice President elect, she’s the first “female” Vice President elect. She also happens to be the first black Vice President elect, and the first East Indian Vice President elect.
Hattie McDaniel, Sydney Poitier, Halle Berry, Louis Gossett Jr. All brilliant actors. Each of them was the first “black” something.
Hattie McDaniel, 1939 won best supporting actress for her role as Mammy in Gone With The wind.
Sydney Poitier, 1963 won best actor for his role as Homer Smith in Lilies of the Field.
Louis Gossett Jr, 1982 won best supporting actor for his role as Gunnery Sergeant Emil Foley in An Officer And A Gentleman.
Halle Berry, 2001 won best actress for her role as Leticia Musgrove in Monster’s Ball.
Jackie Robinson in 1947 on April 15 became the first black player in Major League Baseball.
I’ve listed people who were singled out based on race, but we do the same thing with other characteristics. We point out the different. When a deaf actor has a role in a movie or a television series. Hellen Keller was noteworthy for her blindness and deafness. She was obviously a brilliant women. But, had she been sighted and hearing, we would probably have never known her name.
Beethovan would have been remembered as a brilliant composer regardless of his physical ailments. But, when you consider he wrote some of his most memorable music while he was deaf, we make a note.
Freddy Mercury, the lead singer for the classic rock group Queen. He had an amazing voice. He was a brilliant song writer. He also was one of the first public figures to die from AIDS.
Society has become better at recognizing and supporting “the others.” It’s not unusual to hear about gay, or trans, or handicapped individuals.
Elliot Page just announced that he is a transgendered man. Will it affect his ability to continue as a working actor in hollywood? Probably not. Hopefully not.
As society attempted to be more inclusive, we changed our language. We started to use more inclusive language. We now refer to people who are learning impaired instead of some of the other less inclusive terms we used in the past.
You might think that hearing impaired would fall into that category. That would be preferrable to deaf, right?
Think about it this way. “Impaired” implies somehow deficient. Someone who is not normal. That describes people who cannot hear, right? The literally “lack” the ability to hear.
But, if you think that, you are literally approaching the discussion from a position of privilege. You have defined “normal” and anyone who doesn’t match that definition is not normal. They are impaired.
But, deaf people don’t see it that way. I’ve known hundreds of deaf people in my life. Some were very good friends. Some were in professional positions. Some were athletes. But, most of them weren’t necessarily interested in being “fixed.”
Want to be super offensive? Ask a gay person if they wish they were “normal.” OF COURSE they are normal, because we have accepted that hetrosexuality is not how we define normal. Just as we no longer define “white” as normal. And to many of my friends, “deaf” is normal.
The man who taught me sign language when I was a young 15 year old man, was an administrator in Washington State government. Years after we first met, and during the height of the effort to build a more inclusive language, I asked him,
Do you prefer the term deaf or hearing impaired?
Do I look impaired to you?
Point taken. The word “deaf” is the inclusive term.
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We are the modern-day wizards, right? The IT guys are the ones that can magically get you back onto the network, or get email installed on your cell phone, or sometimes just get the printer to work.
We know stuff that the average computer user has no clue about. It’s fair to say, we’ve forgotten more about networks and servers than most people will ever know. And the longer you are in IT the more you forget. Not because we have bad memories, but simply because most of what we know is useless garbage.
I’ve worked in IT for more than 30 years. I know a lot about computers. My first computer was a TI-99. I wrote code and literally recorded it on a tape recorder. It was before the days of floppy disks and hard drives.
Guess how valuable is that information today? I mean, am I better IT program manager than the guy who has never even heard of a TI-99? Not a chance. My first computer with a hard drive was a Zenith Z-100. It used a proprietary language for talking to the hardware that was later replaced in the marketplace by IBM BIOS. This effectively made the Z-100 obsolete only slightly after it was released. The 5MB hard drive cost $5000 in 1984.
Again, how useful is that information today? (I mean other than being able to tell stories about it later?) Not a bit. Nothing about that old Z-100 is useful today.
The first network I supported was Novell NetWare. It used a network driver protocol named IPX/SPX. IPX/SPX was a great network protocol. It was much better than TCP/IP. NetWare is long dead, as is Novell in all but name as a subsidiary of Micro Fusion. And yet, my understanding of IPX/SPX is equally useless.
It’s okay though, right? I understand TPC/IP. So, that knowledge is valuable and will continue to be useful.
Actually, no. Today’s IP addresses are based on what’s called IPv4. The address scheme is xxx.xxx.xxx.xxx, where xxx is a number between 0 and 255. The world is running out of IPv4 addresses. The new protocol will be called IPv6. It’s a completely different addressing scheme and knowing IPv4 doesn’t help at all to understand IPv6.
There will come a point in the future where IPv4 will be a protocol as dead as IPX/SPX. At that point how valuable will my knowledge of IPv4 be? Not much.
It’s not all useless, of course. At a high level I understand the OSI stack, or how each level of protocols, talked to the level above and below it. That doesn’t change just because the network layer is using IPv6 instead of IPv4 addressing.
But, lots of it is useless. I am an expert at configuring old obsolete email systems. I can create binary files using command com. I can even still navigate my way through an FTP gateway manually so long as it didn’t enable encryption.
But, honestly, 90% of what I learned in my career is no longer relevant. I even wrote two technical books about computers back in the 1990’s. Those books are equally worthless and out-of-date.
So, if you want a career where your knowledge won’t quickly become hopelessly out-of-date, study something practical. . .like maybe history.
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My high school is 50 years old. We were going to have a reunion this year. Everyone from class of 1970 to class of 2020 was invited. Friends I hadn’t seen since school ended were planning to be there.
It was cancelled, along with the rest of the summer, and Spring, and Fall. I enjoyed high school. I’m not one of those who want to go back to high school. But, some of my friends from that time in my life, are still close friends.
Many of my high school friends never left the Olympia, Washington area. They stayed friends. They attended Seahawks and Mariners games. They saw each other socially. They grew up and their families grew up together.
I, moved to Utah. My kids grew up here. And until Facebook came along, I only saw my friends at reunions. (The ones in person.) But, Facebook let us all get to know each other again. Some people were still friends. Some not as much. We grow, our lives change.
Recently, I found myself lacking in Christmas spirit. The presidential election, that I normally enjoy watching was a dumpster fire. The year has been unlike anything we’ve ever seen, and not in a good way.
So, I was interested when one of my high school friends recommended a “cookie exchange.” She was looking for ten people to agree to each back 10 dozen cookies, then get together and exchange them. So, you come with 10 dozen of your own cookies and you leave with 10 dozen that were baked by your friends.
I’m in!
Rodney, you live in Utah.
I know. I’ll ship them.
Seriously?
Yes, I’m serious.
I realized quickly that I was a bit out of my element. I picked chocolate chip for two reasons.
1. I can bake chocolate chip cookies
2. I’m not sure I can bake anything else
Well, the other 8 people in the cookie exchange are all women. (A couple had to drop out.) I knew them as girls when we attended high school. And they are listing cookie types that I’ve never heard of. And they are posting pictures that look awesome.
Well, the exchange is next week. I didn’t trust my own chocolate chip cookie recipe. Mine always turn out too hard. So, I found a recipe on the internet. It uses a little corn starch and requires the dough be refrigerated overnight.
Interesting note, if you want to ship cookies, you can put the cookies in a ziplock bag and include a slice of bread. The bread will become dried out, but will keep the cookies moist.
There was just something appealing in the middle of this crazy end to a crazy year about getting together with a group of friends who were friends when I was young.
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“Justice delayed is justice denied”
A legal term meaning if you don’t get justice right away it’s like not getting it at all.
Did you know that “Justice delayed is justice denied” was a term used by lawyers? I didn’t. If you work with the law you probably did. It’s an interesting concept; the idea that if you can’t get your legal satisfaction right now, it’s as if you will never get it.
COVID has robbed us all of many things. I missed my daughter’s wedding. That’s a happiness I’ll never get back. Definitely happiness denied. I know her husband, my son-in-law. He’s a great guy. He did the whole, “ask for her hand in marriage.” He’s a great guy and he’s very good to my daughter. But, the fact remains, that I’ll never get to go to their wedding. I’ll never get to walk her down the aisle. I’ll never get to make a stupid embarrassing toast at her reception.
Happiness delayed is happiness denied.
During this pandemic two of my daughters had babies. And a third is expecting to deliver in the next few weeks. (If you read my signature block, you’ll see that three babies and a wedding is not all that surprising given the number of my kids.)
Of course, I didn’t get to be at the hospital when my grandkids were born. I didn’t get to stop by and take the cheesy, but wonderul pictures of the grandparents (sometimes in a mask) holding the new baby. Not this time. We got to see pictures of our new grandkids (one daughter had a boy, the other a girl.) We even got a couple of videos.
ALl that changed yesterday. One of the babies is finally old enough to have limited contact. So, my daughter came by with my newest grandson. Only grandparents got to hold him. My other kids at home didn’t get to hold him.
And, it was wonderful. They stayed for a couple of hours. My lovely wife held him for a while and then it was my turn. He slept the entire time, but it didn’t matter. We even took some cheesy, but wonderful pictures of the grandparents holding him.
Happiness delayed was still happiness.
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1×12=12
2×12=24
3×12=48
5×12=60
6×12=72
Read through that list of formulas again. What jumps out at you? Is it the fact that I skipped number 4? Is it the fact I picked the number 12 for my example? Is it how neatly the column lines up?
I can pretty confidently say it is none of these. If we were having a conversation, I would ask the above question and wait for you to answer. Let me presume to suggest what you answer might be.
You are focusing on the fact that I got one wrong. Three times twelve is not forty-eight.
And that’s my point. This example is not unique to me, of course. But my point is the same as the other examples I’ve read. Don’t feel bad if you picked out the mistake. We all do. It’s in our nature to notice what’s different, what’s broken, what’s wrong.
The point of the exercise, is we often ignore multiple correct information, correct examples, right answers.
When I moved into my house eight years ago, my yard was a mess. It had been a rental for over 10 years. Some renters take good care of the yard, many do not. These were the second kind. I’ve been trying to get my yard in shape since I moved in. I’ve made great progress. Just this summer we upgraded our sprinkler system.
This year, I was finally able to get my dandelion crop under control. There are a few scattered, but not the carpet of yellow I’ve had in past years.
I’m reminded of a story. A man was walking through his neighborhood. He noticed that his neighbor, whose yard was normally an unended tabletop expanse of green, had a single offending weed, right in the middle of it. The yellow dandelion rose like a gladiator, standing alone on a verdant field of battle.
This lone weed distrubed the man. The rest of the way home he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It bothered him. Even though it wasn’t his house, he wondered how he might correct this injustice. Perhaps he could come back later at night to pluck out the offender. He continued to think through what possible options he might have.
The man was still considering his options when he arrived at his house. In fact he was so distracted he didn’t even notice that the dandelions in his lawn had started to turn into puffs of tiny parasols.
I’m at risk of mixing my parables, of course. The point was the man didn’t focus on the immaculate lawn. Instead he focused on the lone “mistake.” The second point is that we should clean our own houses first, before throwing stones at someone else’s yard. Or something like that.
So, the next time you pass a yard with a single weed, or a for that matter, a yard full of weeds, or you hear a singer hit a single wrong note, or you see a list of equations, remember it’s not about what we get wrong that’s important. It’s about what we manage to get right.
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I went to two temples today. I hadn’t been to one in over a year. The other I’ve only been to a twice in the last year.
They have nothing to do with each other.
This is a picture of the Mount Timpanogos Temple for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It’s located in American Fork, Utah. This morning I attended it with my son.
Several things happen inside Mormon temples. Marriages happen there. Also, baptisms by proxy for desceased ancestors also happen there. We weren’t in the. temple today for either one of those activities.
Also, the temple is a place for instruction, an activity called “The Endowment.” My son is soon going on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Later this month he will head out to Indianapolis, Indiana for two years.
Going through the temple Endowment ceremony is a right-of-passage for new missionaries. The Mount Timpanogos Temple generally has 4,000 volunteers that spend time serving throughout a week.
Today, there were probably less than 1% that many. Typically thousands of people go through the temple as patrons in a single day. A single Endowment room holds several hundred people. Today, there were three of us, in the entire building; my lovely wife, my son and myself.
This is a picture of the Masonic Temple in Provo, Utah. I’ve been a Mason for about 10 years. The Masons pretty much shut down in Utah during the height of the pandemic. We only restarted a couple months ago.
We were installing new officers today. Generally this meeting is one of the biggest of the year. It’s one of the few that visitors can attend. Not, today. Today, there were the officials doing the installations, the new officers and a couple other Masons who are regular members of the lodge.
There are interesting paralles between Mormon and Masonic temples. Both have activities that are closed to the public. Mormons consider their activities sacred and that’s the reason for their secrecy. Masons, on the other hand, just plain old call them secret.
Mormon ceremonies are for both men and women. Masons meetings are strictly a fraternity. Church temples consider the activities that occur inside as being essential to our eternal salvation. The ceremonies are literally all about our relationship with God. Masons, are decidedly non-religious. The only requirment being that petitioners have to believe in a Supreme Architect of the Universe. What you call him, or it, is up to the individual members to decide. The ceremonies are about helping good men become better.
The Masonic temple is open to the public except during an actual tiled meeting. (It’s called “tiled” because there is literally a guy standing outside the door with a sword called the Tiler to keep away evesdroppers. Mormon temples are open for tours for a period of time. After that, they are dedicated and closed to the public.
There’s a even stronger tie between the history of Masons and Mormons. Joseph Smith, the founder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was a Mason for a short time. He and all other members of the church were kicked out of the Masons after Joseph Smith revealed the temple ceremony.
In fact, the animosity was so deep that Masonic lodges in Utah refused to allow members of the LDS Church to petition to join until 1983.
It’s fitting that I got to participate in ceremonies at these two buildings, that share a name, but represent different parts of my life.
Both are very important to me. And thanks to COVID, today’s experiences were both familiar and unique.
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Today it rained. . .a lot.
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Holidays are weird. They are a collective country-wide family tradition. And traditions are often weird.
A young couple were recently married. The wife went to make a roast and cut off each end of the roast before placing it in the pan.
“Why do you do that?”
“I don’t really know. It’s how my mother always cooked it.”
So, they called her mom. “Mom, why did you always cut the ends off the roast before cooking it?”
“I don’t know. That’s how grandma always did it.”
So, the young bride called her grandmother. “Grandma, Mother said you always cut the ends off the roast before you cooked it. How come?”
“Well, when we were first married we only had a small roasting pan. Cutting the ends was the only way I could get it to fit.”
Traditions are weird.
Thanksgiving was last week. Traditional Thanksgiving meals are turkey, stuffing, potatoes (why are we never allowed to mix stuffing and potatoes with other meals?) deviled eggs (okay, maybe only us,) vegetables, rolls, and lots and lots of pie.
So an interesting thing happened last Thursday. I normally cook the turkey. It’s the one thing everyone can depend on. I mix up some spices with flour and put it inside one of those plastic baking bags. I add potatoes, carrots, onions and celery. Then, the whole thing goes into a roaster for about 4 hours. It was a 25 lbs. turkey.
But, this year, I decided I was going to be more than just the turkey cooker. So, after I started the turkey, I started in on the potatoes. We have people who can’t have gluton and other people who can’t have milk. Our mashed potatoes are pretty dry. But, they do have plenty of garlic and homegrown dill.
I then moved on to the rest of the menu. I told the kids that they had to help starting at 1:00pm. One kid did the vegetable tray. Another did the deviled eggs, a third one did the stuffing and another one did the vegetables.
Other than a miscalculation on how long it takes biscuits to rise before you can cook them, everything was ready at 2:15pm.
I let my kids one how much I appreciated their help.
My son who cooked the vegatables, was surpised.
That went well. And it didn’t take very long this year.
Do you have any idea what time I started cooking this morning?
No.
Obviously!
It was said with a smile. Overall, it really was a great day. And there was plenty of pie.
Hope yours was equally memorable.
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There are three types of lies, lies, d*mn lies and statistics.
– Mark Twain
Facts don’t lie, right?
Well, facts might not, but the analysis done with them certainly can.
Consider this simple example. Suppose the average age at the time of death for citizens of a village is 30 years old. (This is a fact.)
And suppose also that one dies at the age of 30. (This is also a fact.)
Fake news, right? How can the two facts both be true?
In 1840 the average age of death in England was 29. That seems terribly short, don’t you think? People must have “grown up quickly. And middle age must have been unheard of. Why someone who was 35 would be an old man. . .or woman.
And yet, many people lived into their 60’s. How?
Infant mortality rate.
I was once invited to the birthday party for a friend’s two year old daughter. The family was polynesian. The party was immense. Easily a couple hundred people. A whole pig was roasted. They held it in a park.
Wow, this is some party. Why such a big deal for a two year old?
Historically, on the island, a huge number of babies died in infancy. If a child made it to their second birthday, you could assume they were going to survive to adulthood.
Suddenly the party didn’t seem so happy and exciting. It was the remains of a tragic legacy.
In the 1840’s about a third of babies born died as infants. Averages are funny things.
We are watching the end of a pretty unpleasant election here in the United States. I was having a discussion with a friend about how the incumbant did this year vs four years ago.
Clearly he lost support. In 2016 he lost by 3 million votes. This year he lost by over 6 million. Clearly he lost worse than last time!
Yes, but last time he received 63 million votes. This time he received 74 million votes. His support increased by 11 million votes!
The numbers in that example are correct. The facts, if you will, are not disputed. However, the analysis cannot both be correct. (I’m not going to try to convince you here one is more correct than the other.)
Is 100 degrees farenheit hot or cold? A temperature is a fact. You can measure it and reproduce it. But, the analysis; hot or cold; is not.
If you are measuring the temperature during the day, 100 degrees is hot. If you are measure the temperature of an running automobile engine, then 100 degrees is very cold.
So, the next time someone tries to insist something is face news, that it couldn’t possibly be true, remember that you can drown walking across a lake that has an average depth of 3 feet.
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